- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Douche
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Male
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, magical, medieval, scifi, romance and action!
ALL THE -PUNK GENRES
Gizmo didn't much like people, or was it that they didn't much like Gizmo? Admittedly, he wasn't the best of people to get along with, he could admit that, but he's seen a lot of assholes have more friends than he had in his life. Not even when he was nova-hot popular back home, did he achieve the level of popularity of a lot of his coworkers.
Then again, those asshats were SINners. Honest to God wage slaves that had an identity to get back to. He didn't really have that like they did. His identity was regularly purged from Knight Errant's systems whenever his gaunt, pale face came on some investigator's trid feed. Sure, his new digs gave him some better lifestyle choices than his old one didn't -good food and soykaf for one- but he sometimes missed his old life. His simsense deck could testify to that with the sheer amount of gang related sims
He looked down to the drone he was patching up, while Technopunk roared in the background. He was a deniable asset of Knight Errant, and he sure as hell looked the part. Everything he has, he built himself out of scrap parts. His truck, The Mothership, his Scouts, his Wardogs, even his Spiders were all of his own design and manufacture. He liked them for it, even refused to get those fancy drones that Knight Errant could provide. Why the frag would he? He could pilot circles around the dreks they usually hired.
He received a message on his cyberterminal, the algorithm he made one of the deckers worked out causing the music blaring out to stop as the voice message goes through
"Gizmo, it's Johnson. We've got a new job for you, and this time you got a partner. Meet me in my office tomorrow morning, and remember to shave."
Gizmo blinked and idly rubbed the stubble growing on the one side of his face. Mister Johnson didn't much like Gizmo's burn scar on his right cheek, but somehow having facial hair on one side sets the poor fragger completely off. Guess it's just some sort of corp thing.
Letting out a small sigh, he stated: "Reply message: Sure thing, Boss."
Welp. No rest for the SINless.
Then again, those asshats were SINners. Honest to God wage slaves that had an identity to get back to. He didn't really have that like they did. His identity was regularly purged from Knight Errant's systems whenever his gaunt, pale face came on some investigator's trid feed. Sure, his new digs gave him some better lifestyle choices than his old one didn't -good food and soykaf for one- but he sometimes missed his old life. His simsense deck could testify to that with the sheer amount of gang related sims
He looked down to the drone he was patching up, while Technopunk roared in the background. He was a deniable asset of Knight Errant, and he sure as hell looked the part. Everything he has, he built himself out of scrap parts. His truck, The Mothership, his Scouts, his Wardogs, even his Spiders were all of his own design and manufacture. He liked them for it, even refused to get those fancy drones that Knight Errant could provide. Why the frag would he? He could pilot circles around the dreks they usually hired.
He received a message on his cyberterminal, the algorithm he made one of the deckers worked out causing the music blaring out to stop as the voice message goes through
"Gizmo, it's Johnson. We've got a new job for you, and this time you got a partner. Meet me in my office tomorrow morning, and remember to shave."
Gizmo blinked and idly rubbed the stubble growing on the one side of his face. Mister Johnson didn't much like Gizmo's burn scar on his right cheek, but somehow having facial hair on one side sets the poor fragger completely off. Guess it's just some sort of corp thing.
Letting out a small sigh, he stated: "Reply message: Sure thing, Boss."
Welp. No rest for the SINless.